Dragon map of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 360: Journey to the River East II

Mu Jing could only watch this tragedy happen, but could do nothing.

The Yellow Turban Army used to be an uprising army that wanted to overthrow the tyranny of the imperial court, but in the eyes of the world, these people are a group of bandits after all. There is hope for them to fight wars, but if you want them to govern the city, it is wishful thinking.

This is also one of the reasons why the Yellow Turban Army would be defeated so quickly.

The Yellow Turban Uprising that year swept across the eight states of the world. The soldiers and horses were so strong that they claimed to be an army of millions. They could defeat the imperial court's soldiers and horses in a real fight, but they were defeated in the end. The defeat was so tragic that almost the entire army was wiped out. , and the rest are bandits.

Where did they lose?
Countless people have been thinking about this question over the years.

The most fundamental point is that they will not manage the territory they can get.

Under the command of the Yellow Turban, most of them are mud-legged, and few of them have read books. They have fought all the way, relying on their morale and general momentum, they are invincible, and they have conquered countless cities, but more and more cities are in their hands. Lost countless hearts.

Most of the cities run by the Yellow Turbans are bandits. These Yellow Turban soldiers are a mixed bag of fish and dragons. Without strong discipline, they can fight, and they will eventually become a disaster for the people.

"How can these white waves and yellow scarves be so shameless?"

Standing next to Mujing, Zhang Ning couldn't bear it, because her pupils were about to burst into flames as she watched several soldiers dressed as Yellow Turbans drag a little lady into the next house.

"No wonder they, in fact, the Yellow Turbans are like this all over the world, including us in the past. In that war, either the Raiders set a target or burned, killed and looted!"

Mujing held down Zhang Ning who wanted to do something: "It is because of this that I want to change, but I deeply know that we want to change the bad habits of the Yellow Turban, it is not something that can be done overnight, it needs a process, and now, we There is also a need for white waves and yellow scarves, so don't add extra branches!"

"Damn things!"

Zhang Ning took a deep breath, but his anger was hard to calm down, and his towering chest was heaved and heaved by the anger.

"My lord, this place is safe, please come in!"

In front of a house, Wei Ji bowed his hands and invited him.

Mujing walked in, it was a secluded courtyard, the environment inside was very elegant, with three entrances and three exits, a small garden, left and right side courtyards, and an inner house.

After traveling for several days, Mu Jing was also tired. After taking a hot bath, he lay down and fell asleep.

The surface of the caravan escort is leather and the like, but what is hidden is food and weapons. Half of the caravan's guards are personal guards, and half are guards. It took more than half an hour for everyone to settle inside. After coming down, Huo Shao began to deploy his defenses, while the guards personally guarded the inner house.

The next day, early in the morning.

Mu Jing woke up, and after a night's rest, he immediately felt refreshed.

After breakfast, Wei Ke appeared.

"Report to the prince, this is some news that the prince wants, and we can only inquire so much at the moment!" Wei Ji sent a file, and the file is what he has exhausted the strength of the whole Wei family these days to inquire. The news included most of the power arrangements in Hedong.

"There are so many soldiers and horses mixed in the small Hedong?"

Mujing opened it, and after a few glances, his face changed color.

The situation in Hedong is more complicated than he imagined.

Although Jing Wusi tried his best, he still couldn't find out the detailed information. Instead, it was the Wei family. After all, it was the head snake in Hedong. The map of the distribution of forces in the east of the river is drawn.

"My son, Hedong has never been peaceful!" Wei Qi said with a wry smile: "The Huns are here, the Xiliang army is here, and then they have to join in the fun with white waves and yellow scarves. These years can be hard to separate, and the one who suffered in the end , is always our Hedong people!"

"We won't talk about Xiliang Army!"

Mu Jing squinted his eyes, looked at the document carefully, and there was a flash of light in his eyes: "This Xiongnu army can be used!"

"My son, Yu Fuluo, the Xiongnu Shanyu, is not an easy person to get along with!"

"It's just a lost dog!"

Mu Jing sneered: "The most fundamental reason why he went south to Hedong is probably because he failed in the competition of the Xiongnu tribe. He has not many troops, and he is already the only remaining elite of their tribe. If he doesn't want to exterminate the tribe, he will be obedient!"

In Fuluo, the Shanyu of the Southern Huns, but a few years ago, he suddenly led his troops to the south, entered the land of Hetao, went straight to the east of the river, and fought successively with the Bingzhou Army, Liangzhou Army, and the Yellow Turban Army. Hedong has gained a firm foothold.

But after all, he is a Hun, and his situation in Hedong is very bad.

Moreover, he had handed in letters of surrender to the imperial court several times, and wanted to surrender to the imperial court, one could imagine how difficult the situation was. If he didn't take advantage of such a great opportunity, Mu Jing would feel sorry for himself.

"Report to your son, at present, Fuluo's troops are at the northernmost point of the river, camped on the border of the West River in Bingzhou, once attacked Taiyuan, intending to occupy Bingzhou, but they were attacked by Shangdang's Zhang Yang and returned!"

Wei Ke told what he knew.

"You find a way to send someone to contact you!"

Mujing pondered for a while, then said: "Try him, see if he has the intention to surrender!"

"No!" Wei Ke nodded.

Mu Jing continued to flip through the papers. What he paid most attention to was the situation of the four generals of Baibo. He was determined to win Baibo and the yellow scarf. Although he said it was easy in front of Zhang Ning, in fact, he was not so relaxed in his heart. Zhang Ning was right. In the current situation, if they can take down the troops of Baibo Yellow Turban and act as a surprise soldier, there is still a chance of life, otherwise the Mu family will face the disaster of extermination.

"Bo Yu, how much do you know about Han Xian in Jiangyi City?" Mu Jing asked.

"Wei doesn't know much about this person. After all, facing the Yellow Turban, we Wei took an attitude of avoiding it and basically handed it over to the Xiliang Army. However, we can still find out some news. It is rumored that he is a fierce general. , has a very violent temper, and is absolutely loyal to Guo Tai!"

Wei Ji said carefully: "After Mrs. Guo died in battle, the Yellow Turban Army fought for power in Baibo Valley. He lost to Yang Feng, so he had to lead his troops to station in Jiangyi City. He has a lot of resentment towards Yang Feng!"

"If you say surrender, is there a chance?" Mu Jing asked again.

"It's hard to say!" Wei Ji shook his head: "I even think that not only will this person not surrender, he may even bite back without a bottom line. If your son wants to surrender this person, please think twice!"

"Your worries are not unreasonable, but..." There was a firm light in Mu Jing's eyes: "Always fight for it. If you can win this good start, the next thing will be easy!"

"Then I'll arrange it!"

Wei Ke cupped his hands and saluted, then turned and left.

"Bo Yu!" Mu Jing suddenly called Wei Ji to stop.

"My lord, do you have any orders?" Wei Jiao turned his head and looked at Mujing suspiciously.

"I killed Wei Zhongdao, you hate me!"

Mujing asked this question abruptly.

"Maybe there is no hate, but there is some resentment!" Wei Ji replied: "From the perspective of the son, Wei Zhongdao must die. From the perspective of my Patriarch of the Wei family, I should also thank the son and kill him on the spot, otherwise I, Wei, cannot escape the relationship, but he is my only biological brother after all, blood is thicker than water, I feel sorry for what my father entrusted!"

"You're frank, and I'll give you a promise!" Mu Jing smiled after hearing the words: "Wei Zhongdao is Wei Zhongdao, Wei Boyu is Wei Boyu, if you live up to me for a day, I will never let you down!"

"Thank you for your trust!"

Wei Qi also breathed a sigh of relief.

After he left, Zhang Ning appeared more and more elusive, standing in front of Mu Jing slimly, looking at his leaving back, asked gloomyly: "Do you really trust him that much?"

"Why don't you trust him?"

Mu Jing asked back.

"This is the foundation of Hedong and the Wei family of Hedong for hundreds of years. Regardless of the fact that the parties in Hedong are fighting for the front, in fact, Hedong is still in their hands. If he chooses to kill you to avenge Wei Zhongdao, we may even escape [-]% of the time." There is no chance!" Zhang Ning said.

"Life is made up of gambling games!"

The corner of Mujing's mouth was filled with a charming and confident smile: "Since I'm here, I'll place a bet. I bet that Wei Bojiao is a calm person who understands the overall situation. He won't touch me, and he will give his all. Help me with all your strength!"

"I hope you made the right bet!" Zhang Ning said quietly, a cold light flashed across her pair of autumn ink pupils.

……

The night was getting cooler and the sky was snowing.

It's winter, and this is the second snowfall in Hedong, which is much more turbulent than the previous light snowflakes. The snowflakes fell one by one, and some eaves were piled up in an instant, and a layer of silver was hung for Jiangyi City. .

In the city, the county government.

This mansion has been requisitioned since the day the Yellow Turban Army entered the city, and now it is the headquarters of the Yellow Turban General Han Siam.

In the mansion house, under the light, a hulking-backed man was sitting cross-legged. He was wiping the blade in his hand with a cloth towel.

"Report to the Brigade Commander, the food requisition team below is back!"

A middle-aged scribe came in through the door and clapped his hands to report.

"Come back? How much food and grass did they collect?"

The man stopped his movements, looked up at the middle-aged scribe, and asked in a deep voice.

The middle-aged scribe sighed, "Only five hundred shi!"

"Five hundred stones?" Hearing this, the man's pupils burst into a flame-like coldness: "How is that possible?"

"indeed so!"

The middle-aged scribe said: "Everything that can be searched has been searched. Although the autumn harvest has just passed, Yang Feng has already sent people to harvest the autumn grain. We are too slow!"

"Yang Feng!"

The man looked cold and stern, and said gloomyly: "He is trying to force me to death!"

(End of this chapter)